Biografía:
Mainly acoustic German Neo-Folk project.
Darkwood considers itself as a project arisen from the idea to express our love we feel for the homeland we have been born into and we can identify with.
The music is a fusion of traditional themes and experimental soundscapes. Acoustic instruments are used as well as synthetic noises and samples completed by English and German vocals. Several topics Darkwood deals with are to be considered from an analytic historical or psychological point of view.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro: Am, C, G, Am
Am C G Am
Falling leaves like a broken dream
C G Am
A dying soldier and a fading scheme
G F Am
And a dustcloud tears on her eyes
C G Am
In a treetop the Northwind sighs
F Am
On a march through the fields CHORUS
F Am
Hearing drums banners raised
C G
The soiled is soaked with blood
Am G Am
Despair death embrace
Falling rain is our last gift from heaven
As we follow the path to hell
The dust cloaks the forest
A spectre leads our path
Our eyes are burning with hate
Our hearts are scoarched by wrath
On a march through the fields CHORUS
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight
Falling leaves in a broken night
We drown in sorrows
And fear the embers bite
Hear the sound of Metal
The noise of guns
The roaring of thunder
And the bursting of bombs
On a march through the Fields CHORUS
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Dispair death embrace
On a March through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight
Am C G Am
Falling leaves like a broken dream
C G Am
A dying soldier and a fading scheme
G F Am
And a dustcloud tears on her eyes
C G Am
In a treetop the Northwind sighs
F Am
On a march through the fields CHORUS
F Am
Hearing drums banners raised
C G
The soiled is soaked with blood
Am G Am
Despair death embrace
Falling rain is our last gift from heaven
As we follow the path to hell
The dust cloaks the forest
A spectre leads our path
Our eyes are burning with hate
Our hearts are scoarched by wrath
On a march through the fields CHORUS
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight
Falling leaves in a broken night
We drown in sorrows
And fear the embers bite
Hear the sound of Metal
The noise of guns
The roaring of thunder
And the bursting of bombs
On a march through the Fields CHORUS
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Dispair death embrace
On a March through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight
Daron Malakian a (...)
Daron Norwood
Darondo
Darrell Mansfiel (...)
Darrell McCall